27 February 2008

Humble, Grateful

I wrote a song last Wednesday while driving home from work.

make me humble
make me grateful
make me laugh
and make me cry
bring me to my knees.

You're so merciful and
i am so in need
to be what you created me to be.

(I wish I could put the tune up on here. I'm working to put songs up on another site. I'll advertise once I get it going.)

Th funny thing about writing this song is that it was an honest prayer. I felt the need to be changed by God. I felt spiritual "old" and was thirsting for new creation, especially in humility and gratitude. You know the verse in Philippians, "Do everything without complaining" and presenting requests to God with "thanksgiving".

Well, not only was it an honest prayer, but something happened about 15 to 20 minutes later that answered all but the "make me cry" part. An elder from a church in Texas rang me up and explained the goings on for this weekend--their having us in for a congregational introduction/blessing. The elder told us how much money they have already set aside and I got the overall impression that God has had his hand in all of this.

I felt what I already thought to be true--our mission is actually much bigger than us. I felt like God was saying, "Jason and Nicole, you're not going to create the opportunities to ensure this mission moves, but I am." I also felt gratitude instantly. I started, with joy, just wanting to share everything--food, money, clothes, anything. It's hard to express what happened to me exactly, but I was brought to my knees sincerely with regard to humility and gratitude.

25 February 2008

Psalm 9:1ff

i'm thanking you, GOD, from a full heart,
i'm writing the book on your wonders.
i'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
i'm singing your song, High God.

the day my enemies turned tail and ran,
they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
You took over and set everything right;
when i needed you, you were there, taking charge.

You blow the whistle on godless nations;
You throw dirty players out of the game,
wipe their names right off the roster.
enemies disappear from the sidelines,
their reputation trashed,
their names erased from the halls of fame.

GOD holds the high center,
he sees and sets the world's mess right.
He decides what is right for us earthlings,
gives people their just deserts.

GOD's a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
the moment you arrive, you relax;
you're never sorry you knocked.